I understand you perfectly. You think you've drunk too much, though? I don't understand that part. How can you drink too much? I think that there's only the right amount, or perhaps too little.
[Descole snorts, sipping at her drink and lounging back in her chair.]
I think I ought to make this sort of thing a more regular occurrence, too. Drunkenness suits you, double. Or perhaps it's suiting me, and that's why you look so pretty right now. Well. I only have one eye, and I'm drunk, aren't I? So m'hardly the best judge of looks right now. Especially with the narc-- narcisssss...
You know what I mean.
[She titters drunkenly, draining her glass so that she can sit forward without spilling any. Setting it down on the table, she reaches up to pull her boa off, without the presence of mind to remember that she's baring the scars around her throat in the process.]
It's hot in here. Isn't it? Or perhaps it's just me.
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[Descole snorts, sipping at her drink and lounging back in her chair.]
I think I ought to make this sort of thing a more regular occurrence, too. Drunkenness suits you, double. Or perhaps it's suiting me, and that's why you look so pretty right now. Well. I only have one eye, and I'm drunk, aren't I? So m'hardly the best judge of looks right now. Especially with the narc-- narcisssss...
You know what I mean.
[She titters drunkenly, draining her glass so that she can sit forward without spilling any. Setting it down on the table, she reaches up to pull her boa off, without the presence of mind to remember that she's baring the scars around her throat in the process.]
It's hot in here. Isn't it? Or perhaps it's just me.